There are days . . .
and then there are other days.
When writing in the white space becomes a challenge instead of a joy.
When dancing is paralyzed and singing is made mute.
The sun shines, but my eyes see only clouds, my body feels only thunder and lightning . . . and my spirit–cold.
Words tumble and fumble with each other and pebbles of thoughts are prickly instead of polished.
Even a prayer is too complicated to create.
Only tears come easily.
My white space stays white.
I am empty, with no words to offer God in praise or thanksgiving.
No words at all.
I feel the void of the emptiness between the margins of my life and fear I have lost my faith somewhere in the blankness of the unwritten page before me.
I lay my pen down.
“Pick it up.”
God writes in my white space:
With God, the white spaces are never empty.
White spaces are a place of surrender that create an open space that only God can fill.
May God fill your white spaces today with His words and His love.
We celebrate the beauty of words…written in the white space–the empty room of freedom of thought–where words are created that sing, dance and illustrate life’s beauty.
Take a white space break today: 3 minutes…you, a pen, and a blank piece of paper.
Breathe…and write.
More Writing in the White Space:
Well Done Brave and Bold Friend!
Thanks Cheryl. As you well know, the victory is His! 🙂
I love this exhortation!